Because of the new year beginning I would like to begin again with some warmth and beauty that is hard to find in the cold cruel winter. I will provide an original work of my own and I also will include some of our current Poet Laureate of the United States, Kay Ryan, and her poetry as well. So, let me begin with a work of mine dating back from October 16th, 2006.
There Should be Sparks
The lightning
that struck me once before
has seemingly left the storm,
and all that I saw
when I approached her
was the consolation
of a wet blanket
that once was warm;
to put out the fire
of my discontent.'
Jack Scharber
Now some works by Kay Ryan. Enjoy.
The Elephant in the Room
It isn't so much
a complete elephant
as an elephant
sense--perhaps
pillar legs supporting
a looming mass,
beyond which it's
mostly a guess.
In any case, we
manage with relative
ease. There are just
places in the room
that we bounce off
when we come up
against; not something
we feel we have to
announce.
Things shouldn't be so hard
A life should leave
deep tracks:
ruts where she
went out and back
to get the mail
or move the hose
around the yard;
where she used to
stand before the sink,
a worn-out place;
beneath her hand
the china knobs
rubbed down to
white pastilles;
the switch she
used to feel for
in the dark
almost erased.
Her things should
keep her marks.
The passage
of a life should show;
it should abrade.
And when life stops,
a certain space-
however small-
should be left scarred
by the grand and
damaging parade.
Things shouldn't
be so hard.
"can you not see that one being read at a woman's funeral," observance by Kristal Miller.
Lighthouse Keeping
Seas pleat
winds keen
fogs deepen
ships lean no
doubt, and
the lighthouse
keeper keeps
a light for
those left out.
It is intimate
and remote both
for the keeper
and those afloat.
Until next time, open arms and open minds.
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